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2024-10-29 19:42:56XIII –A Handmaiden’s Tale
Something’s wrong.
(And strangely enough, it all started when Jin had to leave for the time being. Eden wasn’t sure but she found that to be the most suspicious, the more she thought about it now.
Is it because Jin Sanscroft was the only who would have raised a hand to help immediately, the only one who cares well enough to actually do something about it? Or maybe… maybe it is because he was the only one who would have known right from the start that something has seriously gone wrong?
But with him out of the picture–
…it had been too convenient for them.)
* * * * *
Princess Aria’s fourteenth birthday was at least two weeks away when the
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